I am full term! Woohoo! I have reached the point where no position is comfortable and I am just ready to go to the hospital to GET THIS KID OUT! Its funny, a few weeks ago I was really nervous about labor. Now, I would welcome a real contraction like it was my best friend. I am still nervous, but I have decided that pregnancy has got to be worse at this point. At least with labor, I will have an epidural and the finish line in sight.
At 38 weeks, regular sleep and I seem to have gone our separate ways. I can go to bed at 8:30 or midnight, doesn't matter, and I will wake up like clock work at 3:30 or 4. Then I am exhausted (and look like crap) for the rest of the day. I am also getting very tired of having to go to work, mainly because I am uncomfortable, not sleeping at night and as stated above, look like crap. Everybody has been really sweet to me at the office, but I swear if one more person says something to the effect of "you look ready to have that baby" or "you look really uncomfortable", I am going to lose it. There is one secretary, a new girl, who loves to comment on how miserable I look every time I walk to the bathroom. When I came back after the flu last week, she also commented every time I coughed about how terrible I sounded and how awful that must be as pregnant as I am. Grrrrrr. Shut up! I do not need to be reminded of how miserable I feel! I am sitting at a desk still trying to bill and get work done! I can also tell the men at my office are getting really nervous about my being there. I think some of them are worried I will go into labor at my desk, but to be honest I am kind of worried about that too. I have decided that as best I can I am going to try to keep "school hours" these last two weeks. I don't have that much to do in the way of work, since I am trying to bring everything to a stopping point, and I do not want to be at work if something happens. My greatest fear about labor at this point is that my water breaks while I am at my desk and I have to explain to someone what has happened.
At my 36 week appointment we got to see Peter again on ultrasound. I know I am biased, but I can tell he is adorable! He was head down and it looks like he has dropped. He was sucking his fist, which the tech kept saying was a good sign that he would breastfeed well:) She also told Jake and I the somewhat disturbing news that she estimated his weight at 7 pounds and 13 ounces! At 36/37 weeks! Big boy! Of course my doctor said that the estimate is off a good bit of the time (both ways, meaning he could be bigger), but he did mention (as I was walking out the door) that if I carried Peter to term we may need to talk about a C-section because he is expected to gain another two pounds before birth. Uh, doc, I think that is something to mention earlier in the appointment so that we can discuss it thoroughly, not as I am walking out the door! I fretted about it for a week and then when I went back he kind of back tracked. I have decided I am not going to worry about it yet. My mother gave birth to me and I was a whopping 9 lbs., 14 ounces. My sister was a fairly big baby too and was delivered the good old fashioned way, so I have confidence that I can do it. Of course, I will likely heed my doctor's advice if he recommends I not try to deliver Peter because he is going to be too big, but we will cross that bridge when we get there. At the 36 week appointment I was 0 for 0 on effacement and dilation. However, at my last doctor's appointment I got the good news that I was 25% effaced and 1 cm dilated! I have a long way to go, but that was certainly promising information and the doctor actually talked to me about what to do if I went into labor over Thanksgiving! Now I have read in my books (and on the internet) that I could sit at 1 cm for weeks, but I also could keep making progress. Here is hoping for the latter, instead of the former!
Stats Time:
How Far Along: 38 weeks.
Size of Baby: According to my app he should only be like 6 and a half pounds. According to the trained professional, he is probably already about 8 pounds!
Weight Gain: The numbers at this point are just scary. I hope this weight comes off fairly quickly. Come on breatfeeding!
Gender: Boy! Peter James Malatesta.
Movement: He moves quite a bit. It kind of hurts now because he is so big, but I still love feeling him squirm.
Sleep: I miss you.
What I miss: Being comfortable, breathing, talking without getting out of breath, sleeping, not being a crazy hormonal mess, you know, normal functioning. On another note, I am also really geared up about eating some sushi soon!
Cravings: I went to the grocery store on Tuesday night to get some items for casseroles I am freezing for after Peter arrives and I bought the stuff for spinach dip. I ate that whole bowl, pretty much by myself, by the end of the night tonight (Wednesday).
Symptoms: Lack of sleep and fatigue.
Best Moment of the week: Going to the doctor and finding out that I had dilated a full centimeter since my last appointment!
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
The Flu and Haircut Disaster...Week 36
Y'all I have the flu and it has been no joke. First, let me say that I feel more than betrayed by my flu shot. I'm down right angry about having gotten it and still ending up in this mess at 36 weeks pregnant. Thankfully, I have a very mild case by most standards. It still means I have to lay in bed for a few days to make sure I don't go into labor or anything, drink plenty of fluids and get lots of sleep, but it could have been so much worse. I never had more than a low grade fever and it broke rather quickly Wednesday morning.
I caught the flu (or a mild case of something very much like it) from Jake. In hindsight he started having symptoms Sunday night, but we didn't really think much about it. He had been working in the yard and been stung by a bee and a wasp, so we thought he was having a mild allergic reaction to that. By Monday, he was starting to show symptoms of something and was quarantined to the guest room until further notice. He wasn't going to go to the doctor Tuesday, but thank goodness he did. He immediately tested positive for the flu and I got on Tamiflu that night. I thought I was going to be okay, but I woke up Wednesday morning and rapidly realized I was in for it too. I went to the doctor and she said that because I started the Tamiflu when I first had symptoms, that I would probably not have a bad case and might not even run fever at all (at this point I was achy and tired, but no fever). I came home and the fever did come later that morning, but soon after lunch it had broken. Thanks Tamiflu! Now I have just been in bed, mostly sleeping and watching bad TV. I've done some work, but this is probably the longest I have ever been forced to stay home without working other than our vacations. Hindsight might show this turns out to be a blessing. The Flu forced me to slow down at the end of pregnancy and gave me a small taste of maternity leave.
In other news, I had a mental breakdown at the hair salon Tuesday night. I have been going to La Cru for four years, but will not be going back. First, let me say I was so disappointed in my experience. I had been looking forward to my last pre-baby haircut for weeks and I had to cancel it and reschedule three times because of work. Of course, on Tuesday I was already starting to feel bad and I was late leaving the office for my appointment because of a meeting that ran over. I'm never later. I have not been late to one single appointment before with my now former hairstylist in four years. This was the first time.
Now, I have waited on her numerous times because she was finishing someone else or someone else came late. Usually so she can finish working on older women, who I guess get expensive dye jobs. She has pawned portions of my blowout or hair washing off on someone else more times than I can count for a number of reasons. She always has a crisis during my haircuts, because she is the owner of the salon and the computer went down or everyone's tickets got erased or some client needs something.
On this night I was 15 minutes late. I called to let them know and when I got there she was waiting acting like I was such a pest for being late. Keep in mind, this is the first time I have ever been late and the first time she has ever waited on me. Already, I could tell this would not be a good experience. I apologized profusely. Told her about my meeting that ran over and how sorry I was and how tired and pregnant I was. To be honest, I generally would have totally gotten that I had messed up her bookings, but tonight I was expecting a little sympathy. I did not get it. Next, she started washing my hair and the whole time was telling me she would have to hurry because I was late and she had another appointment in like 20 minutes. Next she starts cutting and she stopped and started so many times during the cut because of calls about dye she was trying to order for some other client and scheduling this and that, that I lost count. She tells me she cannot blow dry my hair because I was late and she has another appointment, so she is going to have someone else do it. Well, you could have left out the "because you were late part", but whatever. Then, I was supposed to get my eyebrows done and had made an appointment with a specific girl, but some random girl, who had previously butchered my eyebrows, comes up and tells me she is going to do it. I look at former hairstylist and I am like "that is not who I made any appointment with" and I get the "well, other girl can't do it because you were late" routine again.
At this point, I am mad. I am tired. I am coming down with the flu. I am almost 36 weeks pregnant. I am on edge. I am ready to blow. So I start crying. In public. A nasty habit I have picked up in the last few weeks. And I cannot stop. She notices and starts trying to act nice at this point. I'm embarrassed. I run to the bathroom. Everyone stares at me. I'm mortified. I pull it somewhat together because at this point, half of my hair has been cut so I have to finish. She is now trying to tell me she will get other girl to do my eyebrows "but I'll have to wait" and she will blow out my hair "but I'll just have to wait." I get it. I was 15 minutes late and now your schedule is off. A little kindness and making whoever was behind me wait would have been warranted at this point. I have waited for other people to get finished before and I do not pay them to have some beauty school hacks finish their jobs. She finishes and as kindly as I can muster, I tell her that I just want to blow dry my own hair. She tries and tries to get me to let someone else do it, but I have had it. So she gives me the blow dryer and "lets me stay at her station so I don't have to move" and I blow dry and cry. People continue to stare, nobody tries to comfort me. It truly may have been the most embarrassing thing to happen to me. Next, eyebrow girl gets me. I can tell she knows that I did not want her to do it. She is not nice. In fact, she is downright rude. So I keep it short, she keeps it short and we are done. My eyebrows look awful, but cleaned up. I decide that I 'll get them fixed later. I start two stepping out the door. As I am leaving another hairstylist is literally talking about me so loud with former hairstylist that they get shushed as I walk by. Awesome. I get a "have a nice night" from former hairstylist and go to pay. I am still crying and everyone is being SO RUDE! The lady at check out is basically like, here is you ticket. I pay, I over tip (which in hindsight really has me pissed) and I leave. I pull over in the parking lot because I am crying so hard I cannot drive and one of the hairstylists who was leaving literally stops and stares at me. Awful does not begin to describe it.
I know it was super dramatic to keep crying like that, but I could not help it. I really could not stop. Every time I tried, I just cried harder and no one was making any effort to comfort me, offer me a glass of water, nothing. They just stared and talked about (not so behind my back). I get it, if that had been my first night there and I had done that, I would have thought "she is crazy". But I had been going there for years, regularly, getting the same thing done, by the same people, and none of them made any effort to give me any consideration. I was looking to get pampered a little bit, and not run out the door because I was late and hormonal. All that to say, I will not recommend that salon to anyone and I will not be going back. As the famous quote goes, "If you can't handle me at my worst, you sure don't deserve me at my best". I am sure they won't miss my business and I am guessing they all had a good chat fest/laugh at my expense.
Enough of the drama, onto the stats...
How Far Along: 36 weeks Saturday
Size of Baby: I think like about 5 and half pounds. I had to cancel my last ultrasound because of the flu, so we will reschedule (hopefully next week) and find this out for sure.
Weight Gain: Ditto what I said last time.
Gender: Boy! Peter James Malatesta.
Movement: Lots of creepy alien movement I can see:)
Sleep: Pretty good. I wake up one to two times a night, but I am going back to sleep fairly quickly.
What I miss: I would like to not cry in public anymore. Lets hope I can hold out now until the end. I have cried in church, at the grocery store, in my car numerous times and obviously, the hair salon. Most of the time its over nothing. A couple of times, its just been pure exhaustion.
Cravings: Not a thing.
Symptoms: Heartburn is under control (Thanks Nexium!). Mainly just fatigue at this point. Some Braxton Hicks contractions too.
Best Moment of the week: I am going to be honest, this week has not been one for the books. We did get most of Peter's room finished a few weeks ago when I did not blog, so I'll count that!
I caught the flu (or a mild case of something very much like it) from Jake. In hindsight he started having symptoms Sunday night, but we didn't really think much about it. He had been working in the yard and been stung by a bee and a wasp, so we thought he was having a mild allergic reaction to that. By Monday, he was starting to show symptoms of something and was quarantined to the guest room until further notice. He wasn't going to go to the doctor Tuesday, but thank goodness he did. He immediately tested positive for the flu and I got on Tamiflu that night. I thought I was going to be okay, but I woke up Wednesday morning and rapidly realized I was in for it too. I went to the doctor and she said that because I started the Tamiflu when I first had symptoms, that I would probably not have a bad case and might not even run fever at all (at this point I was achy and tired, but no fever). I came home and the fever did come later that morning, but soon after lunch it had broken. Thanks Tamiflu! Now I have just been in bed, mostly sleeping and watching bad TV. I've done some work, but this is probably the longest I have ever been forced to stay home without working other than our vacations. Hindsight might show this turns out to be a blessing. The Flu forced me to slow down at the end of pregnancy and gave me a small taste of maternity leave.
In other news, I had a mental breakdown at the hair salon Tuesday night. I have been going to La Cru for four years, but will not be going back. First, let me say I was so disappointed in my experience. I had been looking forward to my last pre-baby haircut for weeks and I had to cancel it and reschedule three times because of work. Of course, on Tuesday I was already starting to feel bad and I was late leaving the office for my appointment because of a meeting that ran over. I'm never later. I have not been late to one single appointment before with my now former hairstylist in four years. This was the first time.
Now, I have waited on her numerous times because she was finishing someone else or someone else came late. Usually so she can finish working on older women, who I guess get expensive dye jobs. She has pawned portions of my blowout or hair washing off on someone else more times than I can count for a number of reasons. She always has a crisis during my haircuts, because she is the owner of the salon and the computer went down or everyone's tickets got erased or some client needs something.
On this night I was 15 minutes late. I called to let them know and when I got there she was waiting acting like I was such a pest for being late. Keep in mind, this is the first time I have ever been late and the first time she has ever waited on me. Already, I could tell this would not be a good experience. I apologized profusely. Told her about my meeting that ran over and how sorry I was and how tired and pregnant I was. To be honest, I generally would have totally gotten that I had messed up her bookings, but tonight I was expecting a little sympathy. I did not get it. Next, she started washing my hair and the whole time was telling me she would have to hurry because I was late and she had another appointment in like 20 minutes. Next she starts cutting and she stopped and started so many times during the cut because of calls about dye she was trying to order for some other client and scheduling this and that, that I lost count. She tells me she cannot blow dry my hair because I was late and she has another appointment, so she is going to have someone else do it. Well, you could have left out the "because you were late part", but whatever. Then, I was supposed to get my eyebrows done and had made an appointment with a specific girl, but some random girl, who had previously butchered my eyebrows, comes up and tells me she is going to do it. I look at former hairstylist and I am like "that is not who I made any appointment with" and I get the "well, other girl can't do it because you were late" routine again.
At this point, I am mad. I am tired. I am coming down with the flu. I am almost 36 weeks pregnant. I am on edge. I am ready to blow. So I start crying. In public. A nasty habit I have picked up in the last few weeks. And I cannot stop. She notices and starts trying to act nice at this point. I'm embarrassed. I run to the bathroom. Everyone stares at me. I'm mortified. I pull it somewhat together because at this point, half of my hair has been cut so I have to finish. She is now trying to tell me she will get other girl to do my eyebrows "but I'll have to wait" and she will blow out my hair "but I'll just have to wait." I get it. I was 15 minutes late and now your schedule is off. A little kindness and making whoever was behind me wait would have been warranted at this point. I have waited for other people to get finished before and I do not pay them to have some beauty school hacks finish their jobs. She finishes and as kindly as I can muster, I tell her that I just want to blow dry my own hair. She tries and tries to get me to let someone else do it, but I have had it. So she gives me the blow dryer and "lets me stay at her station so I don't have to move" and I blow dry and cry. People continue to stare, nobody tries to comfort me. It truly may have been the most embarrassing thing to happen to me. Next, eyebrow girl gets me. I can tell she knows that I did not want her to do it. She is not nice. In fact, she is downright rude. So I keep it short, she keeps it short and we are done. My eyebrows look awful, but cleaned up. I decide that I 'll get them fixed later. I start two stepping out the door. As I am leaving another hairstylist is literally talking about me so loud with former hairstylist that they get shushed as I walk by. Awesome. I get a "have a nice night" from former hairstylist and go to pay. I am still crying and everyone is being SO RUDE! The lady at check out is basically like, here is you ticket. I pay, I over tip (which in hindsight really has me pissed) and I leave. I pull over in the parking lot because I am crying so hard I cannot drive and one of the hairstylists who was leaving literally stops and stares at me. Awful does not begin to describe it.
I know it was super dramatic to keep crying like that, but I could not help it. I really could not stop. Every time I tried, I just cried harder and no one was making any effort to comfort me, offer me a glass of water, nothing. They just stared and talked about (not so behind my back). I get it, if that had been my first night there and I had done that, I would have thought "she is crazy". But I had been going there for years, regularly, getting the same thing done, by the same people, and none of them made any effort to give me any consideration. I was looking to get pampered a little bit, and not run out the door because I was late and hormonal. All that to say, I will not recommend that salon to anyone and I will not be going back. As the famous quote goes, "If you can't handle me at my worst, you sure don't deserve me at my best". I am sure they won't miss my business and I am guessing they all had a good chat fest/laugh at my expense.
Enough of the drama, onto the stats...
How Far Along: 36 weeks Saturday
Size of Baby: I think like about 5 and half pounds. I had to cancel my last ultrasound because of the flu, so we will reschedule (hopefully next week) and find this out for sure.
Weight Gain: Ditto what I said last time.
Gender: Boy! Peter James Malatesta.
Movement: Lots of creepy alien movement I can see:)
Sleep: Pretty good. I wake up one to two times a night, but I am going back to sleep fairly quickly.
What I miss: I would like to not cry in public anymore. Lets hope I can hold out now until the end. I have cried in church, at the grocery store, in my car numerous times and obviously, the hair salon. Most of the time its over nothing. A couple of times, its just been pure exhaustion.
Cravings: Not a thing.
Symptoms: Heartburn is under control (Thanks Nexium!). Mainly just fatigue at this point. Some Braxton Hicks contractions too.
Best Moment of the week: I am going to be honest, this week has not been one for the books. We did get most of Peter's room finished a few weeks ago when I did not blog, so I'll count that!
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